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5. | Rocker (Deluxe Edition bonus track) |
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17. | Big Gun (from 'Last Action Hero' soundtrack) |
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2. | Dog Eat Dog (live atApollo Theatre, Glasgow, 30 Apr. 1978) |
3. | Live Wire (live at Hammersmith Odeon, London, 2 Nov. 1979) |
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5. | Back In Black (live at Capital Centre, Landover MD, 21 Dec. 1981) |
6. | T.N.T. (live at Capital Centre, Landover MD, 20 Dec. 1981) |
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8. | Guns For Hire (live at Joe Louis Arena, Detroit MI, 18 Nov. 1983) |
9. | Sin City (live at Joe Louis Arena, Detroit MI, 18 Nov. 1983) |
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13. | Jailbreak (live at Reunion Arena, Dallas TX, 12 Oct. 1985) |
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8. | Ballbreaker (live at Plaza De Toros De Las Ventas, Madrid, 10 July 1996) |
9. | Hard As A Rock (live at Plaza De Toros De Las Ventas, Madrid, 10 July 1996) |
10. | Dog Eat Dog (live at Plaza De Toros De Las Ventas, Madrid, 10 July 1996) |
11. | Hail Caesar (live at Plaza De Toros De Las Ventas, Madrid, 10 July 1996) |
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Well you ask me 'bout the clothes I wear
And you ask me why I grow my hair
And you ask me why I'm in a band
I dig doin' one night stands
And you wanna see me do my thing
All you gotta do is plug me into high
I said high
High voltage rock 'n' roll
High voltage rock 'n' roll
High voltage, high voltage
High voltage rock 'n' roll
Well you ask me why I like to dance
And you ask me why I like to sing
And you ask me why I like to play
I got to get my kicks some way
And You ask me what I'm all about
Come on let me hear you shout high
I said high
High voltage rock 'n' roll
High voltage rock 'n' roll
High voltage, high voltage
High voltage rock 'n' roll
Rock 'n' roll
I said high, I get high, aaaah!
High voltage rock 'n' roll
High voltage rock 'n' roll
High voltage, high voltage
High voltage rock 'n' roll
Stars, bulbs....
Spotlight, put the lights out, turn me on
(High voltage rock 'n' roll)
(High voltage rock 'n' roll)
Wine, women and song
(High voltage, high voltage)
Plugged in and turned on.....
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You've been ???? baby
You've been singin' in the bed
You've been actin' like a lady
Not a dirty photograph
Then tonight I came home early
????
It's been worryin' me honey
Just what you're gonna do
Stick around, yeah, stick around
Stick around, babe, stick around
When you came on like a hurricane
About a month ago
???? and bees
Always on the ????
All the good times ????
All stayed in the past
All the good lays that I get
Never seem to last
Stick around, yeah, stick around
Stick around, babe, stick around
Come on baby sit on this
What have I been doin' lately
To make you wanna go
I ????
Now we can go out to a show
Splendid night romances
????
Listen to me baby
You'll be glad you stopped around
Stick around, yeah, stick around
Stick around, babe, stick around
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I can tell by the look in your eyes,
I can tell by the way you sigh
That you know I've been thinking of you
And you know what I want to do.
Oh Jean,
Oh Jean,
Oh Jean,
Oh Jean
When you smile I see stars in the sky,
When you smile I see sunrise,
And I know you've been thinking of me,
And I know how you want to be.
Oh Jean,
Oh Jean,
Oh Jean,
Oh Jean.
I can tell by the things you say,
I can tell that you know the way,
And I know what you want me to do,
Oh, I've got hearts and flowers for you,
If you leave me you'll make me cry,
When I think of you,
Saying good bye,
Oh the sky turns a deeper blue,
That's - that's how I'd feel if I lost you.
Jean,
Oh Jean
Uh - Don't go and leave me,
Just love,
I love you,
I love you,
Don't leave me,
Don't make cry when I think about you,
Don't you go and leave me.
???
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Ridin' down the highway
Goin' to a show
Stop in all the byways
Playin' rock 'n' roll
Gettin' robbed
Gettin' stoned
Gettin' beat up
Broken boned
Gettin' had
Gettin' took
I tell you folks
It's harder than it looks
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
If you think it's easy doin' one night stands
Try playin' in a rock roll band
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
Hotel motel
Make you wanna cry
Lady do the hard sell
Know the reason why
Gettin' old
Gettin' grey
Gettin' ripped off
Under-paid
Gettin' sold
Second hand
That's how it goes
Playin' in a band
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
If you wanna be a star of stage and screen
Look out it's rough and mean
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
Well it's a long way
It's a long way, you should've told me
It's a long way, such a long way
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I'm a rocker
I'm a roller
I'm a right out of controller
I'm a wheeler
I'm a dealer
I'm a wicked woman stealer
I'm a bruiser
I'm a cruiser
I'm a rockin' rollin' man.
Got slicked back hair
Skin tight jeans
Cadillac car
And a teenage dream.
I'm a rocker
I'm a roller
A rockin' rollin' man
Got lorex socks
Blue suede shoes
V8 car
And tattoos
I'm a rocker
I'm a roller
A rockin' rollin' man
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(Same Tune As "Bonny")
I'll take the high road
And you'll take the low road
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye
But me and my true love
Will never meet again
On the bonny, bonny banks of Loch Lomond
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If your havin' trouble with your high school head
He's givin' you the blues
You wanna graduate but not in 'is bed
Here's what you gotta do -
Pick up the phone
I'm here alone
Call me any time
36 24 36 (slaver)
I lead a life of crime
Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
repeat
repeat
repeat
Your havin' problems in your life of love
You got a broken heart
He's double dealin' with your best friend
That's when the teardrops start -
Pick up the phone
I'm here alone
Or make a social call
Come right in
Forget about him
We'll have ourselves a ball
Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
repeat
repeat
repeat
If you got a lady but you want her gone
But you ain't got the guts
She keeps naggin' you night and day
Enough to drive you nuts -
Pick up the phone
Leave her alone
It's time you made a stand
For a fee I'll be happy to be
Your back door man
Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
repeat
repeat
repeat
Concrete shoes, cyanide, TNT
Done Dirt Cheap
Neckties, contracts, high voltage
Done Dirt Cheap
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The following is a true story, only the names have
been changed to protect the guilty -
Well I left my job in my home town
And I headed for the smoke
Got a rock 'n' roll band and a fast right hand
Gonna get to the top
Nothings gonna stop us - no nothing
So if you got the money
We got the sound
You put it up and we'll put it down
If you got the dollar
We got the song
Just wanna boogie woogie all night long,
Yeh boogie
I've got holes in my shoes
I've got holes in my teeth
I've got holes in my socks
I can't get no sleep
I'm trying to make a million -
And I've got patches on the patches
On my old blue jeans
Well they used to be blue
When they used to be new
When they used to be clean -
And I've got a Mama whose a hummer
Whose keeping me alive
While I'm in the band doing drinking with the boys
She's working 9 to 5 (knows her place that woman)
Just you wait -
One of these days see me driving round town
In my rock 'n' Rolls Royce with the sun roof down
And my bottle of booze (no summer time blues)
Shouting out 'look at me'
In my rock 'n' roll voice
No it ain't no fun waiting round to be a millionaire
repeat
repeat
Hello Howard, how ya doin'
my next door neighbour
Oh Yea
Get your fuckin' jumbo jet off my airport
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Leave me alone
Like a dog with a bone
Like a stone that's been thrown
Let me be on my own
CHORUS:
Let me rock
Let me roll
Let me rock
Let me rock in peace
Outta my way
Got a boogie to play
Every dog has his day
Rock 'n' roll's here to stay
CHORUS
(Feels good
for my mama
just like I knew it would)
I get my kicks
Outta playin' my licks
Outta layin' my chicks
Down on Route 66
CHORUS
Rock
rock
rock in peace
Outta my way
Got a boogie to play
Every dog has his day
Rock 'n' roll's here to stay
CHORUS
Rock
rock
rock in peace
Like Little Richard
Oh Jerry Lee
Chuck baby
I wanna rock
Let me rock in peace
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The bartender's working on a late night shift
She's bonka blonds and Bon aims on a midnight drift
And the dance band's playing the same old slam
I'm sinking whiskey and you're sipping fine wine
I don't know what it is you're trying to prove
Well it should be you but it's me who can hardly move
And I've got my reputation lying on the line
Come on baby
be a good dog and help the blind
Won't you carry me home
(Like a truck
pick me up)
You ain't no lady but you've sure got taste in men
That head of yours has got you by time and time again
My arms and legs are aching and my head's about to blow
And your back's been breakin' and I'd hate to spoil the show
But I've just spent next weeks wages and I'm right out of coin
But you want more and it's half past four
and they want to close the joint
But we can't afford a taxi
and it's too late for the bus
But I've been told by friends of mine you're someone I can trust
Won't you carry me home
(Don't let me lie here in all this beer)
You drank all your booze and half of mine
I'm bleary eyed and you're waiting for the sunshine
(to come and kill me)
Just like the man who threw me on the floor
Don't matter
while I'm down here I might as well try
and find the fucking door
Excuse me
have you seen my swizzle stick
And have you got a plastic bag 'cause I'm gonna be sick
I'm dead drunk and heave'n hanging upside down
And you're getting up and leaving
you think I'm gonna drown
Won't you carry me home
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Well they move on down
And they crawl around
Walkin' sideways
Sideways walkin'
Gives me the blues
And then you start to scratch
And they start to hatch
Walkin' sideways
Sideways walkin'
Gives me the blues
Oh, and when they start to itch
Then it's time to take the bitch
For an appoinment
Before you start to scream
That's when you apply the cream
Blues ointment
Well the doctor said
We got to make 'em dead
Stops 'em walkin
Sideways walkin'
Gives me the blues
Oh, and when you start to scream
That's when you apply the cream
Blues ointment
And when they start to itch
You go out and you take the bitch
For an appoinment
Well you rub it on
And you rub it in
Stops em walkin'
Sideways walkin'
gives them the blues
They got the blues.
Gives them the blues.
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No one knew
Where he came from
He never knew himself
Call her Ma
Call him Pa
But he was born to someone else
No one fooled
Or messed him 'round
Cause they were all afraid
Ain't no lies
Ice in the eyes
Of Leroy Kincaid
Cold hearted man
One time lover heart in his hand
Cold hearted man
And you can't trust nothing you don't understand
Cold hearted man
Cold hearted man
Like a snake
He had no friends
He didn't need no one
Hurt his pride
Deep inside
He was another mother's son
Reputation
Broken glass
Everybody prayed
For their lives on the street
Where they happened to meet
Leroy Kincaid
Cold hearted man
One time lover heart in his hand
Cold hearted man, that's what he was
And you can't trust nothing you don't understand
Cold hearted man
Cold hearted man
Sometimes you can't see
The other side
It's too well hidden
For the naked eye
One time lover
With his heart in his hand
Two time loser
A broken man
Cold hearted man
He was a cold hearted man
Cold hearted man
Cold hearted man
Cold hearted man
He was a cold hearted man
Cold hearted man
Cold hearted man
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The video game says "Play me"
Face it on a level but it takes you every time on a one on one
Feeling running down your spine
Nothing gonna save your one last dime cause it owns you
Through and through
The databank knows my number
Says I gotta pay cause I made the grade last year
Feel it when I turn the screw
Kicks you round the world, there ain't a thing that it can't do
Do to you
CHORUS:
Who made who, who made you?
Who made who, ain't nobody told you?
Who made who, who made you?
If you made them and they made you
Who picked up the bill, and who made who? (or who picked up the glue,...)(?)
Who made who, who turned the screw?
Satellites send me picture
Get it in the eye,
take it to the world (take it to the wire)
spinning like a dynamo
Feel it going round and round
Running out of chips, you got no line in an 8-bit town
So don't look down, no
CHORUS
Ain't nobody told you, who made who?
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You paint a picture
So it's plain to see
Ain't no hiding
No security
I'll be watching
Every move you make
When you hear the rattle
Better be awake
Chorus:
Snake eyes, I'm watching
Snake eyes, look out
Snake eyes, it's coming
Snake eyes, ain't no escaping from the snake eye
(no way)
You leave a footprint
For my eye to see
Catch an echo
From a lock and key
From the shadow
Or behind a rock
Get you anywhere
From the darkest shack
Chorus
Hear a rustle
From behind a tree
Get you running
Home to sanctuary
Bolt the door and -
You think you're safe
I'm coming to get you
Gonna reach out (? ? ? )
Chorus
Got the snake eyes, they call me a snake in the bush
Snake eyes, biting
Snake eyes, always watching
Snake eyes
Ain't no escaping from the -
Just keep a lookout for the -
Snake eye
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Got the word, getting ready
Gonna get my pay from ? ? ? ?
I'm in light, ? ? ? ?
When the action is hot, ? ? ? ?
No town, no city
Gonna be free from the jumping jack
Kiss of life, getting gritty
If the mule don't kick you know the mule don't ride
And I know, yes I know, well I know
That's the way to go
And I know, and I know
And I know that I'm gonna get it down the road
Chorus:
Cause I'm living on a borrowed time
Do it your way, I'll do it mine
Living on a borrowed time
Don't need a shove, don't need a sign
Call me names, call me crazy
Don't try to stop me when I feel this way
It's a game, (whoopsy daisy? )
Here comes another girl to make my day
And I know, yes I know, well I know
That's the way to go
And I know, yes I know
I'm gonna get up when I'm up on the road
Chorus
(so long, goodbye, good luck, au revoir baby)
(look out people, never let me loose)
Chorus
I don't need a sign to show me the way
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She's an idle child, high society
Never pushed a broom, not physically
Her eyes are down on you, her nose is up
Never spill your whiskey when she fill your cup
I'm on the borderline
She can spread them round and she shows them off
With a neon sign saying don't you touch
Between the devil and the deep blue sea
She use me like a begger to get a hold on me
Chorus:
On the borderline, she's a danger sign
On the borderline, getting out of line
On the borderline, but it feels so good
On the borderline, on the borderline
On the borderline, borderline
(here goes)
You know I shoot the dice to claim my dream
You pull them in without a thought to me
She's come to watch you and your pocket is dry (? )
The queen of hearts will kill you when the ace is high
On the borderline
She's an idle child, high society
Never pushed a broom, not physically
Her eyes are down on you, her nose is up
Never spill your whiskey when she fill your cup
Chorus
Gonna meet you there
If you want me, meet me on the borderline
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Riot on the radio
Pictures on the TV
Invader man take what he can
Shootout on the silver screen
Sticking 'em up and knocking 'em down
Living out a fantasy
There's a bad man cruising around
In a big black limousine
Don't let it be wrong
Don't let it be right
Get in his way
You're dead in his sights
CHORUS:
Big gun
Big gun number one
Big gun
Big gun kick the hell out of you
Terminators, Uzi makers
Shootin' up Hollywood
Snakes alive with a .45
Setting off and doing no good
If you ain't wise they'll cannibalize
Tear flesh off you
Classified lady killers
Prayin' in the human zoo [Prey'in]?
They saddle you up
And take you to town
Better look out
When he come around
CHORUS
(Show down)
Big gun, got a hot one
Big gun, got a number one
Big gun, loaded and cocked
Big gun, hot hot hot
Got big gun, ready or not
Big gun, give it, give it a shot
Terminator, Uzi makers
Regulators, gonna get you later
Big gun kick the hell out of you
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High tail in your face
black hole rockin' the place
Hong Kong videos
big bang mad to blow
Into cyberspace
look out I'm gonna rage
Eight ball in the pock
big bone juke box jack
hot star burnin' it up
full moon runnin' amok
Into cyberspace
look out I'm gonna race
Blow you into cyberspace
blow you all into cyberspace
Gotta get out, get out of this place
blow a big hole into cyberspace
Octane down the track
flat chat smash the mach
blow out burnin' hot
mile high take you right to the top
Into cyberspace
look out I'm gonna race
Blow you into cyberspace
blow you all into cyberspace
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If your havin' trouble with your high school head
He's givin' you the blues
You wanna graduate but not in 'is bed
Here's what you gotta do -
Pick up the phone
I'm here alone
Call me any time
36 24 36 (slaver)
I lead a life of crime
Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
repeat
repeat
repeat
Your havin' problems in your life of love
You got a broken heart
He's double dealin' with your best friend
That's when the teardrops start -
Pick up the phone
I'm here alone
Or make a social call
Come right in
Forget about him
We'll have ourselves a ball
Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
repeat
repeat
repeat
If you got a lady but you want her gone
But you ain't got the guts
She keeps naggin' you night and day
Enough to drive you nuts -
Pick up the phone
Leave her alone
It's time you made a stand
For a fee I'll be happy to be
Your back door man
Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
repeat
repeat
repeat
Concrete shoes, cyanide, TNT
Done Dirt Cheap
Neckties, contracts, high voltage
Done Dirt Cheap
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Well it's a dog eat dog
Eat cat too
The French eat frog
And I eat you
Businessman, when you make a deal
Do you know who you can trust?
Do you sign your life away?
Do you write your name in dust?
CHORUS:
Hey, hey, hey
Every dog has his day
It's a dog eat dog
Dog eat dog
"Dog eat dog"
Read the news
Someone win
Someone lose
Up's above and down's below
And limbo's inbetween
Up you win, down you lose
It's anybody's game
CHORUS
And it's a eye for eye
Tooth for tooth
It's a lie
That's the truth
See a blind man on the street
Looking for something free
Hear the kind man ask his friends
"Hey, what's in it for me?"
CHORUS
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Well if you're lookin' for trouble
I'm the man to see
If you're lookin' for satisfaction
I'm satisfaction guaranteed
I'm as cool as a body on ice
Hotter than a rollin' dice
Send you to heaven
Take you to hell
I ain't foolin'
Can't you tell
I'm a live wire, I'm a live wire, I'm a live wire
Gonna set this town on fire
And if you need some lovin'
And if you need some man
You've got the phone and the number
And I got no future plans
Oh come on honey you got nothin' to lose
You got the thirst 'n I got the booze
Give you an inch
Take you a mile
I wanna make you fry
I'm a live wire, (live wire)
I'm a live wire, (live wire)
I'm a live wire, (live wire)
Holy smoke and sweet desire
Like a hot rod baby?
Oh stick this in your fuse box
Aah cooler than a body on ice
Hotter than a rollin' dice
Wilder than a drunken fight
You're gonna burn tonight
I'm a live wire, (live wire)
I'm a live wire, (live wire)
I'm a live wire, (live wire)
And I'm gonna set this town on fire
Live wire, (live wire)
I'm a live wire, (live wire)
Well I'm your live wire, (live wire)
I'm a live wire, (live wire)
You're gonna burn
Ah look at me, guilty
Soak my circuit
Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn
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Out on the town
Lookin' for a woman
Gonna give me good love
Anybody wanna hand off me
And give me plenty of
She was standin' alone
Over by the juke box
Like she'd something to sell
I said baby what's the goin' price
She told me to go to hell
Shot down in flames
Shot down in flames
Ain't it a shame
To be shot down in flames
Singles bar
Got my eye on a honey
Hangin' out everywhere
She might be stright
She might want my money
I really don't care
Said baby, you're drivin' me crazy
Laid it right on the line
When a guy with a
Chip on his shoulder said
Toss off buddy she's mine
Shot down in flames
Shot down in flames
Ain't it a shame
To be shot down in flames
Shot down in flames
Shot down in flames
Ain't it a shame
To be shot down in flames
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Back in black
I hit the sack
I’ve been too long I’m glad to be back [i bet you know i’m...]
Yes, I’m let loose
From the noose
That’s kept me hanging about
I’ve been looking at the sky
’cause it’s gettin’ me high
Forget the hearse ’cause I never die
I got nine lives
Cat’s eyes
Abusin’ every one of them and running wild
Chorus:
’cause I’m back
Yes, I’m back
Well, I’m back
Yes, I’m back
Well, I’m back, back
(well) I’m back in black
Yes, I’m back in black
Back in the back
Of a cadillac
Number one with a bullet, I’m a power pack
Yes, I’m in a bang
With a gang
They’ve got to catch me if they want me to hang
Cause I’m back on the track
And I’m beatin’ the flack
Nobody’s gonna get me on another rap
So look at me now
I’m just makin’ my play
Don’t try to push your luck, just get out of my way
Chorus
Well, I’m back, yes I’m back
Well, I’m back, yes I’m back
Well, I’m back, back
Well I’m back in black
Yes I’m back in black
Hooo yeah
Ohh yeah
Yes I am
Oooh yeah, yeah oh yeah
Back in now
Well I’m back, I’m back
Back, I’m back
Back, I’m back
Back, I’m back
Back, I’m back
Back
Back in black
Yes I’m back in black
Out of the sight
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(Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi)
See me ride out of the sunset
On your colour TV screen
Out for all that I can get
If you know what I mean
Women to the left of me
And women to the right
Ain't got no gun
Ain't got no knife
Don't you start no fight
'Cause I'm T.N.T., I'm dynamite
(T.N.T.) and I'll win the fight
(T.N.T.) I'm a power load
(T.N.T.) watch me explode
I'm dirty, mean and mighty unclean
I'm a wanted man
Public enemy number one
Understand
So lock up your daughter
Lock up your wife
Lock up your back door
And run for your life
The man is back in town
So don't you mess me 'round
'Cause I'm T.N.T. I'm dynamite
(T.N.T.) and I'll win the fight
(T.N.T.) I'm a power load
(T.N.T.) watch me explode
T.N.T., (oi, oi, oi)
T.N.T., (oi, oi, oi)
T.N.T., (oi, oi, oi)
T.N.T., (oi, oi, oi)
T.N.T., (oi, oi, oi) , I'm dynamite
(T.N.T., oi, oi, oi), and I'll win the fight,
(T.N.T., oi, oi, oi), I'm a power load
(T.N.T.), watch me explode!
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In the beginning
Back in nineteen fifty-five
Man didn't know about a rock 'n' roll show
And all that jive
The white man had the smoltz
The black man had the blues
No one knew what they was gonna do
But Tchaikovsky had the news
He said -
"Let there be light", and there was light
"Let there be sound", and there was sound
"Let there be drums", and there was drums
"Let there be guitar", and there was guitar
"Let there be rock"
And it came to pass
That rock 'n' roll was born
All across the land every rockin' band
Was blowing up a storm
The guitarman got famous
The businessman got rich
And in every bar there was a super star
With a seven year itch
There were fifteen million fingers
Learning how to play
And you could hear the fingers picking
And this is what they had to say
"Let there be light"
"Sound"
"Drums"
"Guitar"
"Let there be rock"
One night in a club called `The Shaking Hand'
There was a ninety-two decibel rocking band
The music was good and the music was loud
And the singer turned and he said to the crowd -
"Let there be rock"
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The word is out
That I'm about
And I've come gunning for you
I'm a real entertainer
A mischief maker
A lover of no fixed abode
Quick draw on the floor
No law give you more
Sweet talker, lover of sin
You are what you got
You get what you want
Look out woman -
I got guns for hire
Shoot you with desire
The guns for hire
Shoot you with desire
I'm a wanted poster
A needed man
Running right across the land
I'm a smooth operator
A big dictator
Gonna mark you with my brand
My gun's for hire
Shoot you with desire
Got gun's for hire
Shoot you with desire
(Quick draw on the floor, big shot)
Hot to trot, big shot
Take a lot
Never get the drop on me
I'm a real entertainer
Mischief maker
Lover in seven languages
CHORUS
My gun's for hire
Shoot you with desire
This gun's for hire
Shoot you with desire
Shoot you with desire
Shoot you with desire
A gun's for hire
Shoot you with desire
What you get, but shot
You can't get the drop on me, girl
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Diamonds, and dust
Poor man last, rich man first
Lamborginis, caviar
Dry martini's, Shangri-La
I got a burnin' feeling
Deep inside of me
It's yearnin'
But I'm gonna set it free
I'm goin' in to sin city
I'm gonna win in sin city
Where the lights are bright
Do the town tonight
I'm gonna win in sin city
Oh let me roll ya baby
Ladders, and snakes
Ladders give, snakes take
Rich man, poor man
Beggar man thief
Ain't got a hope in hell
That's my belief
Fingers Freddy
Diamond Jim
They're getting ready
Look out I'm coming in
So spin that wheel, cut that pack
And roll them loaded dice
Bring on the dancin' girls
And put the champagne on ice
I'm goin' in to sin city
I'm gonna win in sin city
Where the lights are bright
Do the town tonight
I'm goin' in to sin city
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Hey there, all you middle men
Throw away your fancy clothes
And while you’re out there sittin’ on a fence
So get off your ass and come down here
’cause rock ’n’ roll ain’t no riddle man
To me it makes good, good sense
Heavy decibels are playing on my guitar
We got vibrations coming up from the floor
We’re just listening to the rock that’s giving too much noise
Are you deaf, you wanna hear some more
We’re just talkin’ about the future
Forget about the past
It’ll always be with us
It’s never gonna die, never gonna die
Chorus:
Rock ’n’ roll ain’t noise pollution
Rock ’n’ roll ain’t gonna die
Rock ’n’ roll ain’t no pollution
Rock ’n’ roll it will survive
I took a look inside your bedroom door
You looked so good lying on your bed
Well, I asked you if you wanted any rhythm and love
You said you wanna rock ’n’ roll instead
We’re just talkin’ about the future
Forget about the past
It’ll always be with us
It’s never gonna die, never gonna die
Chorus
Rock ’n’ roll is just rock ’n’ roll
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Yonder she walked
Yonder she walked, hittin one of dream
A little tongue in cheek, hot poisonality
She bring on the flames, and it's burning and burning
My body's aching, tossing and turning
House is on fire
House is on fire
This house is on fire
And the flame is gonna burn you, you
She got me running for shelter
Needin' quarantine
She got me red hot and wired
Call an emergency
She bring on the flames, and it's burning and burning
My body's aching, tossing and turning
House is on fire
House is on fire
This house is on fire
And the flame is gonna burn you, you
You got me burning and burning
You got me tossing and turning
Burn, burn, burn
This house is on fire, House is on fire
This house is on fire, House is on fire
This house is on fire, This house is on fire
House is on fire
And the flame is gonna burn you,
The flame is gonna burn,
You're gonna burn you
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She was a fast machine she kept her motor clean
She was the best damn woman that I ever seen
She had the sightless eyes telling me no lies
Knocking me out with those American thighs
Taking more than her share
Had me fighting for air
She told me to come but I was already there
'Cause the walls start shaking
The earth was quaking
My mind was aching
And we were making it
And you shook me all night long
Yeah you shook me all night long
Working double time on the seduction line
She's one of a kind she's just mine all mine
Wanted no applause it's just another course
Made a meal outta me
And come back for more
Had to cool me down to take another round
Now I'm back in the ring to take another swing
'Cause the walls were shaking the earth was quaking
My mind was aching
And we were making it
And you shook me all night long
Yeah you shook me all night long
It knocked me out I said you
Shook me all night long
You had me shaking and you
Shook me all night long
Yeah you shook me
When you took me
You really took me and you
Shook me all night long
Ah, you shook me all night long
Yeah yeah you shook me all night long
You really got me and you
Shook me all night long
Yeah you shook me
Yeah you shook me
All night long
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There was a friend of mine on murder
And the judge's gavel fell
Jury found him guilty
Gave him sixteen years in hell
He said "I ain't spending my life here
I ain't living alone
Ain't breaking no rocks on the chain gang
I'm breakin' out and headin' home"
Gonna make a jailbreak
And I'm lookin' towards the sky
I'm gonna make a jailbreak
Oh, how I wish that I could fly
All in the name of liberty
All in the name of liberty
Got to be free
Jailbreak, let me out of here
Jailbreak, sixteen years ah
Jailbreak, had more than I can take
Jailbreak, yeah
He said he'd seen his lady being fooled with
By another man
She was down and he was up
Had a gun in his hand
Bullets started flying everywhere
And people started to scream
Big man lying on the ground
With a hole in his body
Where his life had been
But it was all in the name of liberty
All in the name of liberty
I got to be free
Jailbreak, jailbreak
I got to break out
Out of here
Heartbeats, they were racin'
Freedom, he was chasin'
Spotlights, sirens, rifles firing
But he made it out
With a bullet in his back
Jailbreak, jailbreak
Jailbreak, jailbreak
Jailbreak, jailbreak
Jailbreak, jailbreak
Jailbreak, jailbreak
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All you women who want a man of the street
But you don’t know which way you wanna turn
Just keep a coming and put your hand out to me
’cause I’m the one who’s gonna make you burn
I’m gonna take you down - down, down, down
So don’t you fool around
I’m gonna pull it, pull it, pull the trigger
Shoot to thrill, play to kill
Too many women with too many pills
Shoot to thrill, play to kill
I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will
Yeah
I’m like evil, I get under your skin
Just like a bomb that’s ready to blow
’cause I’m illegal, I got everything
That all you women might need to know
I’m gonna take you down - yeah, down, down, down
So don’t you fool around
I’m gonna pull it, pull it, pull the trigger
Shoot to thrill, play to kill
Too many women with too many pills
Shoot to thrill, play to kill
I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will
’cause I shoot to thrill, and I’m ready to kill
I can’t get enough, I can’t get the thrill
I shoot to thrill, play to kill
Yeah, pull the trigger
Pull it, pull it, pull it, pull the trigger
Oh
Shoot to thrill, play to kill
Too many women, with too many pills
I said, shoot to thrill, play to kill
I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will
’cause I shoot to thrill, and I’m ready to kill
And I can’t get enough, and I can’t get my thrill
’cause I shoot to thrill, play it again
Yeah
Shoot you down
Yeah
I’m gonna get you to the bottom and shoot you
I’m gonna shoot you
Oh hoo yeah yeah yeah
I’m gonna shoot you down yeah yeah
I’m gonna get you down
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Shoot you, shoot you, shoot you, shoot you down
Shoot you, shoot you, shoot you down
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ooooooh
I’m gonna shoot to thrill
Play to kill
Shoot to thrill
Yeah, ooh yeah
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Hey you -
Sometimes I think this woman is kinda hot
Sometimes I think this woman is sometimes not
Puts me down, fools me around
What's she doing to me?
Out for satisfaction, any piece of action
That ain't the way it should be
She needs love, smells out a man
She's gotta see
Pours my beer, licks my ear
Brings out the devil in me
Hell ain't a bad place to be
Spends my money, drinks my booze, stays out every night
And I got to thinking, "Hey, just a minute, something ain't right"
Disillusions and confusion
Make me want to cry
All the same, you lead your games
Tellin' me your lies
Don't mind her playing a demon
As long as it's with me
If this is hell then you could say
It's heavenly
Hell ain't a bad place to be
Late at night turns down the lights
Closes up on me
Opens my heart, tears it apart
Brings out the devil in me
Hell ain't no bad place to be
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Well you ask me 'bout the clothes I wear
And you ask me why I grow my hair
And you ask me why I'm in a band
I dig doin' one night stands
And you wanna see me do my thing
All you gotta do is plug me into high
I said high
High voltage rock 'n' roll
High voltage rock 'n' roll
High voltage, high voltage
High voltage rock 'n' roll
Well you ask me why I like to dance
And you ask me why I like to sing
And you ask me why I like to play
I got to get my kicks some way
And You ask me what I'm all about
Come on let me hear you shout high
I said high
High voltage rock 'n' roll
High voltage rock 'n' roll
High voltage, high voltage
High voltage rock 'n' roll
Rock 'n' roll
I said high, I get high, aaaah!
High voltage rock 'n' roll
High voltage rock 'n' roll
High voltage, high voltage
High voltage rock 'n' roll
Stars, bulbs....
Spotlight, put the lights out, turn me on
(High voltage rock 'n' roll)
(High voltage rock 'n' roll)
Wine, women and song
(High voltage, high voltage)
Plugged in and turned on.....
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I’m a rolling thunder, a pouring rain
I’m comin’ on like a hurricane
My lightning’s flashing across the sky
You’re only young but you’re gonna die
I won’t take no prisoners, won’t spare no lives
Nobody’s putting up a fight
I got my bell, I’m gonna take you to hell
I’m gonna get you, satan get you
Chorus:
Hell’s bells
Yeah, hell’s bells
You got me ringing hell’s bells
My temperature’s high, hell’s bells
I’ll give you black sensations up and down your spine
If you’re into evil you’re a friend of mine
See my white light flashing as I split the night
’cause if good’s on the left, then I’m stickin’ to the right
I won’t take no prisoners, won’t spare no lives
Nobody’s puttin’ up a fight
I got my bell, I’m gonna take you to hell
I’m gonna get you, satan get you
Chorus
Yeow
Hell’s bells, satan’s comin’ to you
Hell’s bells, he’s ringing them now
Hell’s bells, the temperature’s high
Hell’s bells, across the sky
Hell’s bells, they’re takin’ you down
Hell’s bells, they’re draggin’ you around
Hell’s bells, gonna split the night
Hell’s bells, there’s no way to fight, yeah
Ow, ow, ow, ow
Hell’s bells
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Wanna tell you a story
'Bout a woman I know
When it comes to lovin'
Oh she steals the show
She ain't exactly pretty
Ain't exactly small
Forty-two, thirty-nine, fifty-six
You could say she's got it all
Never had a woman
Never had a woman like you
Doing all the things
Doing all the things you do
Ain't no fairy story
Ain't no skin and bone
But you give it all you got
Weighing in at nineteen stone
CHORUS:
You're a whole lotta woman
A whole lotta woman
Whole lotta Rosie
And you're a whole lotta woman
Oh honey you can do it
Do it to me all night long
Only one to turn
Only one to turn me on
All through the night time
And right around the clock
To my surprise
Rosie never stops
CHORUS
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If your havin' trouble with your high school head
He's givin' you the blues
You wanna graduate but not in 'is bed
Here's what you gotta do -
Pick up the phone
I'm here alone
Call me any time
36 24 36 (slaver)
I lead a life of crime
Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
repeat
repeat
repeat
Your havin' problems in your life of love
You got a broken heart
He's double dealin' with your best friend
That's when the teardrops start -
Pick up the phone
I'm here alone
Or make a social call
Come right in
Forget about him
We'll have ourselves a ball
Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
repeat
repeat
repeat
If you got a lady but you want her gone
But you ain't got the guts
She keeps naggin' you night and day
Enough to drive you nuts -
Pick up the phone
Leave her alone
It's time you made a stand
For a fee I'll be happy to be
Your back door man
Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
repeat
repeat
repeat
Concrete shoes, cyanide, TNT
Done Dirt Cheap
Neckties, contracts, high voltage
Done Dirt Cheap
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Livin' easy, lovin' free, season ticket on a one-way ride
Askin' nothin', leave me be, takin' everythin' in my stride
Don't need reason, don't need rhyme
Ain't nothing that I'd rather do
Goin' down, party time, my friends are gonna be there too
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to Hell
I'm on the highway to hell
No stop signs, speed limit, nobody's gonna slow me down
Like a wheel, gonna spin it, nobody's gonna mess me around
Hey Satan, payin' my dues, playin' in a rockin' band
Hey Mumma, look at me, I'm on my way to the promised land
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to Hell
I'm on the highway to hell
Don't stop me
I'm on the highway to hell
On the highway to hell
Highway to Hell
I'm on the highway to hell
And I'm going down, all the way
I'm on the highway to hell
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Back in black
I hit the sack
I’ve been too long I’m glad to be back [i bet you know i’m...]
Yes, I’m let loose
From the noose
That’s kept me hanging about
I’ve been looking at the sky
’cause it’s gettin’ me high
Forget the hearse ’cause I never die
I got nine lives
Cat’s eyes
Abusin’ every one of them and running wild
Chorus:
’cause I’m back
Yes, I’m back
Well, I’m back
Yes, I’m back
Well, I’m back, back
(well) I’m back in black
Yes, I’m back in black
Back in the back
Of a cadillac
Number one with a bullet, I’m a power pack
Yes, I’m in a bang
With a gang
They’ve got to catch me if they want me to hang
Cause I’m back on the track
And I’m beatin’ the flack
Nobody’s gonna get me on another rap
So look at me now
I’m just makin’ my play
Don’t try to push your luck, just get out of my way
Chorus
Well, I’m back, yes I’m back
Well, I’m back, yes I’m back
Well, I’m back, back
Well I’m back in black
Yes I’m back in black
Hooo yeah
Ohh yeah
Yes I am
Oooh yeah, yeah oh yeah
Back in now
Well I’m back, I’m back
Back, I’m back
Back, I’m back
Back, I’m back
Back, I’m back
Back
Back in black
Yes I’m back in black
Out of the sight
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We roll tonight [we’re on tonight]
To the guitar bite
Yeah, yeah, oh
Stand up and be counted
For what you are about to receive
We are the dealers
We’ll give you everything you need
Hail hail to the good times
’cause rock has got the right of way
We ain’t no legend, ain’t no cause
We’re just livin’ for today
For those about to rock, we salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
We rock at dawn on the front line
Like a bolt right out of the blue
The sky’s alight with the guitar bite
Heads will roll and rock tonight
For those about to rock, we salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
Yes we do
For those about to rock, we salute you
Oooh, salute!
Oooh, ooooh yeah
We’re just a battery for hire with a guitar fire
Ready and aimed at you
Pick up your balls and load up your cannon
For a twenty-one gun salute
For those about to rock - fire
We salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
Those about to rock - fire
We salute you
Fire
We salute you
We salute you
Come on, whooa
For those about to rock, we salute you (x4)
Shoot, shoot (x2)
For those of you, for those who ? ? ? ?
Yeah
(ain’t gonna get tired, won’t take a break, we salute you.)
We salute you (x3)
Fire
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Breakin' balls, Bangin' walls
Work hard and tough, and I want some rough
Unpack my bags, and take a drag
When bang on nine, and [I'm] dead on time
Open up the door
And lay upon the floor
She open her overcoat
Livin' out her dreams
Rippin' off my jeans
You are a Ballbreaker
Ballbreaker
Engine roll, and time to go
A razorback, a hog attack
[I'm] Buildin' steam, [for] whippin' cream
She likes a fat, smokin' stack
Hangin' off her legs
She threw me on the bed
Her hand went for my throat
As I began to choke
She said, Honey shoot your load [Honey shoot your load]
You are a Ballbreaker
Ballbreaker
Ballbreaker
Yeah
Wreckin' ball, let it roll
You are a Ballbreaker
Buildin' steam, for whippin' cream
You are a Ballbreaker
Hangin' off her legs
She threw me on the bed
Her hand went for my throat
As I began to choke
Honey shoot your load
You are a Ballbreaker
You are a Ballbreaker
Ballbreaker
Ballbreaker
Ballbreaker
Ballbreaker
Ballbreaker
Ballbreaker
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A Rollin' rock, Electric shock
She gives a lickin' that doesn't stop [That don't stop]
She line 'em up, Push you 'round
Smokin' rings going round and round
Her hot potatoes
Will elevate you
Her bad behavior
Will leave you standing proud
CHORUS:
hard as a rock [I'm hard as a rock]
Hard as a rock
Harder than a rock [Well it's harder than a rock]
Hard as a rock
Harder than a rock [Well it's harder than a rock]
The lightnin' rod, Strike it hot
Gonna hit you like a Rushmore rock [It's gonna hit you like a Rushmore rock]
No nicotine, and no pipe dreams
So low and dirty it's darn right mean
Hell elevator
I'll see you later [Yeah, sooner or later]
no I ain't gonna take it
I'm busting out [Listen, I'm busting out]
Chorus
yea
Hard as a rock
Harder than a rock
Hard as a rock
yea
I'm getting harder
yeah
yeeeeeeeeaahh!
harder than a rock
Well I'm harder than a rock
Hard as a rock
Baby I'm harder than a rock
Hard as a rock
Well it's harder than a rock
hard as a rock
Yeah it's harder than a rock
yeah
hard as a rock
well I'm harder than a rock
hard as a rock
yes I'm harder, harder, harder, harder than a rock
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Well it's a dog eat dog
Eat cat too
The French eat frog
And I eat you
Businessman, when you make a deal
Do you know who you can trust?
Do you sign your life away?
Do you write your name in dust?
CHORUS:
Hey, hey, hey
Every dog has his day
It's a dog eat dog
Dog eat dog
"Dog eat dog"
Read the news
Someone win
Someone lose
Up's above and down's below
And limbo's inbetween
Up you win, down you lose
It's anybody's game
CHORUS
And it's a eye for eye
Tooth for tooth
It's a lie
That's the truth
See a blind man on the street
Looking for something free
Hear the kind man ask his friends
"Hey, what's in it for me?"
CHORUS
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He be the count of Monte Cristo
Could be a quake any day
Maybe somebody from Siam
Begin the era of a new rage
Keeps lickin' all the honey
Chewin' up the fat he rakes
Instead of sending to the lions
They cover him with praise
All hail Caesar, Hail, Hail!
All hail Caesar, Hail, Hail!
Down at the epicenter
Things started heatin' up
Rockin' on the richter scale [Rockin' up the richter scale]
Swinging in the chariot
Around and around we go
The senators rehearse the tale
Starring in the coliseum
Tied upon the rack
Up comes the thumb of Caesar
To stab you in the back
All hail Caesar, Hail, Hail!
All hail Caesar, Hail, Hail!
Down at the epicenter
Things started heatin' up
Rockin' on the richter scale
Swingin' in the chariot
Around and around we go
the Senators rehearse the tale
"Watch out Caesar, watch out Caesar"
[I said hail, I said hail!
I said Hail, I said Hail!
Hail
Hail
Hail
Hail
Hail
Hail
Hail
Hail
Hail ]
[All hail Caesar, hail, hail!
All hail Caesar, hail, hail!
All hail Caesar, hail, hail!
All hail Caesar, hail, hail!
You need eyes in the back of your head boy,
or you're dead.]
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Wanna tell you a story
'Bout a woman I know
When it comes to lovin'
Oh she steals the show
She ain't exactly pretty
Ain't exactly small
Forty-two, thirty-nine, fifty-six
You could say she's got it all
Never had a woman
Never had a woman like you
Doing all the things
Doing all the things you do
Ain't no fairy story
Ain't no skin and bone
But you give it all you got
Weighing in at nineteen stone
CHORUS:
You're a whole lotta woman
A whole lotta woman
Whole lotta Rosie
And you're a whole lotta woman
Oh honey you can do it
Do it to me all night long
Only one to turn
Only one to turn me on
All through the night time
And right around the clock
To my surprise
Rosie never stops
CHORUS
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She was a fast machine she kept her motor clean
She was the best damn woman that I ever seen
She had the sightless eyes telling me no lies
Knocking me out with those American thighs
Taking more than her share
Had me fighting for air
She told me to come but I was already there
'Cause the walls start shaking
The earth was quaking
My mind was aching
And we were making it
And you shook me all night long
Yeah you shook me all night long
Working double time on the seduction line
She's one of a kind she's just mine all mine
Wanted no applause it's just another course
Made a meal outta me
And come back for more
Had to cool me down to take another round
Now I'm back in the ring to take another swing
'Cause the walls were shaking the earth was quaking
My mind was aching
And we were making it
And you shook me all night long
Yeah you shook me all night long
It knocked me out I said you
Shook me all night long
You had me shaking and you
Shook me all night long
Yeah you shook me
When you took me
You really took me and you
Shook me all night long
Ah, you shook me all night long
Yeah yeah you shook me all night long
You really got me and you
Shook me all night long
Yeah you shook me
Yeah you shook me
All night long
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Hello baby gimme your hand
Check out the high spots the lay of the land
You don't need a rocket or a big limousine
Come on over baby and I'll make you obscene
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
All over the city and down to the dives
Don't mess with this place it'll eat you alive
Got lip smackin' honey to soak up the jam
On top of the world ma' ready to slam
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
Movin' all over like a jumpin' bean
Take a look at that thing in the tight ass jeans
Comin' your way now you may be in luck
Don't you fret boy she's ready to buck
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
New York, New York, New York
I feel safe in a cage in New York City
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Riot on the radio
Pictures on the TV
Invader man take what he can
Shootout on the silver screen
Sticking 'em up and knocking 'em down
Living out a fantasy
There's a bad man cruising around
In a big black limousine
Don't let it be wrong
Don't let it be right
Get in his way
You're dead in his sights
CHORUS:
Big gun
Big gun number one
Big gun
Big gun kick the hell out of you
Terminators, Uzi makers
Shootin' up Hollywood
Snakes alive with a .45
Setting off and doing no good
If you ain't wise they'll cannibalize
Tear flesh off you
Classified lady killers
Prayin' in the human zoo [Prey'in]?
They saddle you up
And take you to town
Better look out
When he come around
CHORUS
(Show down)
Big gun, got a hot one
Big gun, got a number one
Big gun, loaded and cocked
Big gun, hot hot hot
Got big gun, ready or not
Big gun, give it, give it a shot
Terminator, Uzi makers
Regulators, gonna get you later
Big gun kick the hell out of you
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A Rollin' rock, Electric shock
She gives a lickin' that doesn't stop [That don't stop]
She line 'em up, Push you 'round
Smokin' rings going round and round
Her hot potatoes
Will elevate you
Her bad behavior
Will leave you standing proud
CHORUS:
hard as a rock [I'm hard as a rock]
Hard as a rock
Harder than a rock [Well it's harder than a rock]
Hard as a rock
Harder than a rock [Well it's harder than a rock]
The lightnin' rod, Strike it hot
Gonna hit you like a Rushmore rock [It's gonna hit you like a Rushmore rock]
No nicotine, and no pipe dreams
So low and dirty it's darn right mean
Hell elevator
I'll see you later [Yeah, sooner or later]
no I ain't gonna take it
I'm busting out [Listen, I'm busting out]
Chorus
yea
Hard as a rock
Harder than a rock
Hard as a rock
yea
I'm getting harder
yeah
yeeeeeeeeaahh!
harder than a rock
Well I'm harder than a rock
Hard as a rock
Baby I'm harder than a rock
Hard as a rock
Well it's harder than a rock
hard as a rock
Yeah it's harder than a rock
yeah
hard as a rock
well I'm harder than a rock
hard as a rock
yes I'm harder, harder, harder, harder than a rock
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He be the count of Monte Cristo
Could be a quake any day
Maybe somebody from Siam
Begin the era of a new rage
Keeps lickin' all the honey
Chewin' up the fat he rakes
Instead of sending to the lions
They cover him with praise
All hail Caesar, Hail, Hail!
All hail Caesar, Hail, Hail!
Down at the epicenter
Things started heatin' up
Rockin' on the richter scale [Rockin' up the richter scale]
Swinging in the chariot
Around and around we go
The senators rehearse the tale
Starring in the coliseum
Tied upon the rack
Up comes the thumb of Caesar
To stab you in the back
All hail Caesar, Hail, Hail!
All hail Caesar, Hail, Hail!
Down at the epicenter
Things started heatin' up
Rockin' on the richter scale
Swingin' in the chariot
Around and around we go
the Senators rehearse the tale
"Watch out Caesar, watch out Caesar"
[I said hail, I said hail!
I said Hail, I said Hail!
Hail
Hail
Hail
Hail
Hail
Hail
Hail
Hail
Hail ]
[All hail Caesar, hail, hail!
All hail Caesar, hail, hail!
All hail Caesar, hail, hail!
All hail Caesar, hail, hail!
You need eyes in the back of your head boy,
or you're dead.]
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I like to slip into something good
I see a young girl in the neighborhood
The way she move, I must confess
I like to run my hands up and down her legs
The way she dress, she look so fine
I'll make her wet, I'll make her mine [Gonna make her mine]
She like it hard, she like it slow [She don't like it slow]
All right honey, come on lets go
Baby, what you want, it's the way she move [Baby, feel what you want]
Feel what you need, come on let's go [Baby, feel what you need]
Cover you in oil
I wanna cover you in oil [Let me cover you in oil]
Let me cover you in oil [I wanna cover you in oil]
Cover you in oil [Let me cover you in oil]
[Yeah]
Pull on the zip, she give good lip service
It's nothing for the show, I just pay to see her go
She make you hot, you spray your lot
[So] Comin' in honey, we're headin' to the top
The way she push, don't give a dime [she don't give a dime]
Abuse your life, gonna make you satisfied
She's kinda rough, she give it tough
Come on honey and strut your stuff
Baby [feel] what you want, it's the way she move
[Baby,] Feel what you need, come on let's go
Cover you in oil
I wanna cover you in oil [Cover you in oil]
Let me cover you in oil [I wanna cover you in oil]
Cover you in oil [Let me cover you in oil]
[Let's go
Ooooh yeah
Yeeeeeeeah
Baby what you want
It's the way she move me
Feel what you need
So come on let's go - yeah
Cover you in oil
Cover you in oil
Let me cover you in oil
I wanna cover you in oil
I wanna cover you in oil
Cover you in oil
Let me cover you in oil
Cover you in oil
Cover you
In oil ]
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Well I was out on a drive
On a bit of a trip
Lookin’ for thrills
To get me some kicks
Now I warn you ladies
I shoot from the hip
I was born with a stiff
Stiff upper lip
Like a dog in a howl
I bite everything
And I’m big and I’m drawl
And I’ll ball your thing
I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot from the hip
I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot
And I shoot
Shoot from the hip
Yeah I shoot from the hip
Now listen
Well I’m workin’ it out
And I’ve done everything
And I can’t reform no
Can you feel my sting
Babe I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot from the hip, yeah
I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot
And I shoot
And I shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot from the hip
Well I’m out on the prowl
And I’ll ball your thing
I got the teeth that’ll bite you
Can you feel my sting
Babe I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot from the hip
I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot shoot shoot from the hip
I got a (stiff upper lip)
Better believe me (stiff upper lip)
Comin' down (stiff upper lip)
See my (Stiff upper lip)
Yeah I got a (stiff upper lip)
Stiff upper lip
Stiff upper lip
I got a stiff upper lip
I got a stiff upper lip
Stiff upper lip
Stiff upper lip
And I shoot
And I shoot
And I shoot
Shoot from the hip
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She makes the place a jumpin'
The way she moves around
She like a rump and rollin'
That's when she get it out
And when she start a rockin'
She bring me to the boil
She like to give it out some
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
A picture clear for watchin'
The dish is runnin' hot
The box is set for pumpin'
She gonna take the lot
The way she get the butt in
She's gettin' set to ball
I like to chew it up some
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues), yeah yeah
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
Can't get nothin' on the dial
The frigin' thing gone wild
All I get's the dumbed down news
New satellite blues
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
I got the satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
This thing's nothing but a load of crap
I'm gonna send it right back
You can stick it where it hurts...
Mac!
I got the satellite blues
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Hello baby gimme your hand
Check out the high spots the lay of the land
You don't need a rocket or a big limousine
Come on over baby and I'll make you obscene
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
All over the city and down to the dives
Don't mess with this place it'll eat you alive
Got lip smackin' honey to soak up the jam
On top of the world ma' ready to slam
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
Movin' all over like a jumpin' bean
Take a look at that thing in the tight ass jeans
Comin' your way now you may be in luck
Don't you fret boy she's ready to buck
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
New York, New York, New York
I feel safe in a cage in New York City
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One hot angel
One cool devil
Your mind on the fantasy
Livin' on the ecstasy
Give it all, give it
Give it what you got
Come on give it all a lot
Pick it up, move it
Give it to the spot
Your mind on fantasy
Livin' on ecstasy
Chorus:
Runaway Train (Running right off the track)
Runaway Train (Running right off the track)
Runaway Train (Running right off the track)
Yeah the Runaway Train (Running right off the track)
One hot ringin' bell
Old school rebel
A ten for the revelry
Diamond of the agency
Shake it, Shake it
Take it to the spot
You know she make it really hot
Get it on, get it up
Come on give it all you got
Your mind on fantasy
Livin' on the ecstasy
Chorus:
Runaway Train (Running right off the track)
Yeah the Runaway Train yeah (Running right off the track)
On the Runaway Train (Running right off the track)
Runaway Train (Running right off the track)
(Angus Guitar Solo)
One hot southern bell
Son of a devil
A school boy spelling "bee"
A school girl with a fantasy
One hot ringin' bell
Old school rebel
The ten on the revelry
Diamond of the agency
Shake it, Shake it
Take it to the spot
You know she make it really hot Yeah
Get it on, get it up
Come on give it what you got
You know she's just like a
Chorus:
Runaway Train (Running right off the track)
She's coming off the track
Runaway Train (Running right off the track)
Get it on, get it up
Come on give it all you got
Runaway Train
(Running right off the track)
Runaway Train
(Running right off the track)
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Got a taste of a rocking band,
Standing there holding out your hand,
Better lock up all your doors,
She’s like a spinning dynamo,
You’re handing out the token prize,
Giving you a brand new ride,
Ooh there she goes, she goes,
And nobody knows where she goes,
Banging drums, working out all fast,
Heavy tune I can play it loud,
You know she’s blowing away all the others,
You’re never man enough take it on all night,
You better razzle dazzle on that stage,
Keep on rocking all through the night,
Ooh there she goes, she goes,
And nobody knows,
Where she goes she goes,
A heavy rocking tune is playing,
Playing as the night rolls on,
Sneaking off with the Romeo,
Where she goes, nobody knows
(Guitar Solo)
A heavy rocking tune is playing on a flat screen colour TV,
Sneaking over creepy crawly, never give it up to take it out through the night,
There she goes she goes, and nobody knows,
There she goes she goes, and nobody knows,
Where she goes she goes, and nobody knows,
Where she goes she goes, and nobody knows,
Where she goes she goes
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There was a friend of mine on murder
And the judge's gavel fell
Jury found him guilty
Gave him sixteen years in hell
He said "I ain't spending my life here
I ain't living alone
Ain't breaking no rocks on the chain gang
I'm breakin' out and headin' home"
Gonna make a jailbreak
And I'm lookin' towards the sky
I'm gonna make a jailbreak
Oh, how I wish that I could fly
All in the name of liberty
All in the name of liberty
Got to be free
Jailbreak, let me out of here
Jailbreak, sixteen years ah
Jailbreak, had more than I can take
Jailbreak, yeah
He said he'd seen his lady being fooled with
By another man
She was down and he was up
Had a gun in his hand
Bullets started flying everywhere
And people started to scream
Big man lying on the ground
With a hole in his body
Where his life had been
But it was all in the name of liberty
All in the name of liberty
I got to be free
Jailbreak, jailbreak
I got to break out
Out of here
Heartbeats, they were racin'
Freedom, he was chasin'
Spotlights, sirens, rifles firing
But he made it out
With a bullet in his back
Jailbreak, jailbreak
Jailbreak, jailbreak
Jailbreak, jailbreak
Jailbreak, jailbreak
Jailbreak, jailbreak
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Ridin' down the highway
Goin' to a show
Stop in all the byways
Playin' rock 'n' roll
Gettin' robbed
Gettin' stoned
Gettin' beat up
Broken boned
Gettin' had
Gettin' took
I tell you folks
It's harder than it looks
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
If you think it's easy doin' one night stands
Try playin' in a rock roll band
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
Hotel motel
Make you wanna cry
Lady do the hard sell
Know the reason why
Gettin' old
Gettin' grey
Gettin' ripped off
Under-paid
Gettin' sold
Second hand
That's how it goes
Playin' in a band
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
If you wanna be a star of stage and screen
Look out it's rough and mean
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
Well it's a long way
It's a long way, you should've told me
It's a long way, such a long way
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Livin' easy, lovin' free, season ticket on a one-way ride
Askin' nothin', leave me be, takin' everythin' in my stride
Don't need reason, don't need rhyme
Ain't nothing that I'd rather do
Goin' down, party time, my friends are gonna be there too
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to Hell
I'm on the highway to hell
No stop signs, speed limit, nobody's gonna slow me down
Like a wheel, gonna spin it, nobody's gonna mess me around
Hey Satan, payin' my dues, playin' in a rockin' band
Hey Mumma, look at me, I'm on my way to the promised land
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to Hell
I'm on the highway to hell
Don't stop me
I'm on the highway to hell
On the highway to hell
Highway to Hell
I'm on the highway to hell
And I'm going down, all the way
I'm on the highway to hell
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She was a fast machine she kept her motor clean
She was the best damn woman that I ever seen
She had the sightless eyes telling me no lies
Knocking me out with those American thighs
Taking more than her share
Had me fighting for air
She told me to come but I was already there
'Cause the walls start shaking
The earth was quaking
My mind was aching
And we were making it
And you shook me all night long
Yeah you shook me all night long
Working double time on the seduction line
She's one of a kind she's just mine all mine
Wanted no applause it's just another course
Made a meal outta me
And come back for more
Had to cool me down to take another round
Now I'm back in the ring to take another swing
'Cause the walls were shaking the earth was quaking
My mind was aching
And we were making it
And you shook me all night long
Yeah you shook me all night long
It knocked me out I said you
Shook me all night long
You had me shaking and you
Shook me all night long
Yeah you shook me
When you took me
You really took me and you
Shook me all night long
Ah, you shook me all night long
Yeah yeah you shook me all night long
You really got me and you
Shook me all night long
Yeah you shook me
Yeah you shook me
All night long
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The word is out
That I'm about
And I've come gunning for you
I'm a real entertainer
A mischief maker
A lover of no fixed abode
Quick draw on the floor
No law give you more
Sweet talker, lover of sin
You are what you got
You get what you want
Look out woman -
I got guns for hire
Shoot you with desire
The guns for hire
Shoot you with desire
I'm a wanted poster
A needed man
Running right across the land
I'm a smooth operator
A big dictator
Gonna mark you with my brand
My gun's for hire
Shoot you with desire
Got gun's for hire
Shoot you with desire
(Quick draw on the floor, big shot)
Hot to trot, big shot
Take a lot
Never get the drop on me
I'm a real entertainer
Mischief maker
Lover in seven languages
CHORUS
My gun's for hire
Shoot you with desire
This gun's for hire
Shoot you with desire
Shoot you with desire
Shoot you with desire
A gun's for hire
Shoot you with desire
What you get, but shot
You can't get the drop on me, girl
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If your havin' trouble with your high school head
He's givin' you the blues
You wanna graduate but not in 'is bed
Here's what you gotta do -
Pick up the phone
I'm here alone
Call me any time
36 24 36 (slaver)
I lead a life of crime
Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
repeat
repeat
repeat
Your havin' problems in your life of love
You got a broken heart
He's double dealin' with your best friend
That's when the teardrops start -
Pick up the phone
I'm here alone
Or make a social call
Come right in
Forget about him
We'll have ourselves a ball
Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
repeat
repeat
repeat
If you got a lady but you want her gone
But you ain't got the guts
She keeps naggin' you night and day
Enough to drive you nuts -
Pick up the phone
Leave her alone
It's time you made a stand
For a fee I'll be happy to be
Your back door man
Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
repeat
repeat
repeat
Concrete shoes, cyanide, TNT
Done Dirt Cheap
Neckties, contracts, high voltage
Done Dirt Cheap
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Livin' easy, lovin' free, season ticket on a one-way ride
Askin' nothin', leave me be, takin' everythin' in my stride
Don't need reason, don't need rhyme
Ain't nothing that I'd rather do
Goin' down, party time, my friends are gonna be there too
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to Hell
I'm on the highway to hell
No stop signs, speed limit, nobody's gonna slow me down
Like a wheel, gonna spin it, nobody's gonna mess me around
Hey Satan, payin' my dues, playin' in a rockin' band
Hey Mumma, look at me, I'm on my way to the promised land
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to Hell
I'm on the highway to hell
Don't stop me
I'm on the highway to hell
On the highway to hell
Highway to Hell
I'm on the highway to hell
And I'm going down, all the way
I'm on the highway to hell
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